T Diddy :: Your Friendly Black Dentist

There is one feeling in the world that often is not discussed much. This may be because it it overlooked. It may be due to the fact that people do not want to discuss it. However, not too many feelings in the world truly compare. This feeling originates from a persistent burning in your stomach. One that makes you sick and paralyzed with its spikes of energy. This feeling is like a slow wave of clinching your gut with each wave increasing in magnitude. Walking or running makes the sensation and pain even worse. There is a magnitude of pain where if you are doing these activities where you must cease to concentrate to calm the waves. The odd thing is that these waves make you want to walk even faster to allow them to splash releasing their energy. I am referring to this pain as enjoyable. What I am saying is that this sensation is the prelude to pure and sweet ecstasy. When you do experience this pain or toxicity in your stomach, there is no better expression as, "wooooo!" as you let out that poo. The release makes you scream, "woo wee!" as you relieve the toxic 5 pounds of poo that was contaminating your gut. Yes, yes, yes! There are not too many feeling that can top a poo that comes right on time.

The iPod nation sucks. There is nothing worse than interacting with the public while they have those damn white earphones attached to their ears. It is kind of sad actually. I can understand an iPod if you are working out or doing some mundane activity. However, it disgusts me to see all these people walking around, riding subways, and doing what they do oblivious to the world and the sounds of its environment. Nothing makes me more agitated than one of the members of the Nation runs into you because they cannot hear that you are coming. I don't care what Neal says. The iPod nation sucks. Down with the iPod Nation. Damn Bastards!!!

Super Sunday is here again. I remember when I could not wait for the 2 weeks between the championship games and the Superbowl to pass. It was the longest two weeks of my life. There was nothing more important than the media week, intense playful banter between players, and the never-ending analysis from all the sport shows. That would build up the hype and the anticipation of the kick-off when I would clap my hands as if I were in the middle of the huddle screaming, "Lets Go."
This is no longer the case. I really enjoy watching this game more than any other game of sports (you could argue game 7 in the NBA finals). This game is when the professionals let everything loose and bring the hat trying to knock the other team into the ground. Oh, but the past few years my feelings have changed about the importance of the game. I am no longer involved in every news conference. Nor am I glued watching the horrible Stu Scott, "Abadaba kazaam cooling on the other side of the pillow," everything thing from the Bus taking a poo to Alexander getting no respect. Frankly, the whole ESPN routine and the Schwam predictions is boring and mundane. I would rather buy a iPod and jam then to listen to the egotistical analysis.
I also believe that there are more important things in life now. These are things that you don't understand when you are 25. At this age, you only care about going to the bar on Friday and Saturday and talking to ladies and looking at their boobs. That is what is important. Now, there are things that impact more than just your own life. There is family, their is trying to be a good person, and there is children. Before anybody gets too excited, I am not about to have children anytime soon or am I expecting any. The point is that sports is just not that important. On a side note, it is sad that our society values professional sports so much where the only thing kids want to do is play professional sports. This is another blog, so I will conclude my point.
Simply put, sports are not that important in the scope of life. There are more important things to worry about. It also seems that time is going by faster than ever before. Two weeks today seems like 2 days when I was a kid. At the age of 14, 2 weeks was an eternity. Now it takes me 2 weeks to return a phone call or email because it just is not enough time to respond. While I love the big game on Super Sunday, it no longer has the same significance as it once had in my life. For that, I am thankful.

The Winter Olympics reminds me of PK's secret friend, Rudi Galindo. Go Rudi Go!!!! On the figure skating note, I hate mail figure skating and I really hope Kwando wins the gold if she does not pull out. If you need the men's figure skating synopsis, call your boy PK. He will give you the ins and outs (literally) each night.

If you thought David Hasselhoff peaked on Knight Rider or Baywatch; well, my friends, you are wrong. All I can possible say is that you better not be Hook on that Felling!!! Long live David!

Go David Go!!!

What is wrong with people? Do they not have enough to do during the day? When I was sitting on the couch last year not once did I ever think about doing this. People are weird.

Club Soda

Today I finished my last science course exam. This means that I completed all the histology's, anatomies, physiology's, biochemistry's, and pretty much any other "ology" you can think of. What a great feeling. Today is the first days since August that I do not have to worry about studying or getting organized for some damn class or test. I all seriousness, I had a exam every week since September, except for 1 week. Each of these exams covered far more information then any of my undergraduate courses. In fact, some of the test covered a complete course in undergrad. As my boy Azaryus say, "Bro! It was hectic!"
Regardless of what they through at me, I survived. I have done better than I thought I would do in classes. In fact, as I transition into the lab where I learn about dental anatomy, drilling, dental materials for fillings, and waxing teeth, my hands and skills are not letting me down. I have to say than my hands are damn good. I have a lot to work to do to improve, but my fear of not having "it" is now gone. This jigga man will be up in your mouth in the near future.
As I sit up here, for the first time in 3 month trying to figure out what to do with my time, just remember who loves you. That is right! I do.